Chapter 38

Troy

I had to dig deep to stay awake for the last leg home. I was so tired that I wanted to vomit.

It was never a good idea for me to use that much energy and to push myself to the brink of collapse. It made it more difficult for me to control my wolf and the part I'd come to think of as the monster - the broken parts of my human soul that I gathered and locked away.

The closer we got to the mansion, the quieter and more fidgety Quinn became. She squirmed in her seat and tore at her dress. “Don’t worry about the others,” I said, misunderstanding her discomfort. “They won’t treat you any different.”

“No,” she replied. “That’s not…I’m wondering how I’m going to apologise to Missus Lowry.”

“You aren’t going to apologise.”

“I have to. It’s my fault Elize is-”

“It’s mine. I made the deal. Elize decided to drug the staff and attack her grandmother, not you. You are the princess, you do not apologise to your subordinates.”

“Even if I am wrong?”

“Yes, even if you’re wrong. Always stand by you